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My attention slid to the two Hadvezér, who stood stoically on either end of the table. “Anything else?” I asked the officers. Their response was silence. “Good. We’ll meet again at sundown. You know what you need to do today.”
They departed, grouping up to discuss logistics of their various tasks.
Rapp and Trol remained behind. “We should invite the Angel’s leaders here for a discussion,” I growled, hate rolling like thunder in my voice. “They need to know that I am alive and they do not have the advantage they currently think they have.”
“Aye,” Rapp mused, using his tongue to fiddle with the ring in his lip.
Trol shifted his weight to the side and then rapped the small stone covering Fured against the table. “Parancsok Olet says the training is going smoothly and that control over powers increases by the day.” Olet had departed Uzhhorod with approximately ten thousand males a few weeks prior to our campaign to the north, headed to the military academy to instruct our most powerful recruits. While bodies won wars, powerful magic wielders did too. After what had happened when we split up, my decision seemed infinitely wiser than before.
“Good. Then they can work individually with the females once they arrive.” I tilted my head to the side, then used my opposite hand to give my neck a deep stretch. “I need to draft a letter before the day gets away from me.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” Trol said, collecting his sword from a nearby table and reattaching it to his hip. “I’ll ensure that the soldiers don’t spend too much time grousing about the evolution of our army.”
“Thank you,” I said, and he offered me a closed-fisted salute before sweeping into the square beyond the command center.
Rapp tugged two chairs from the wall and jutted them against the wood. With a sigh, I plopped into one and grabbed a slip of parchment and stick of charcoal from the heap. I stared at the page for a long moment, wondering where to begin.
“All you need to say is that Assyria’s pussy changed you from a cold, broody bastard into one who would sacrifice fifty thousand males for her life,” Rapp chuckled, shoving at my shoulder.
I shot him a glare.
“And then your second sentence can be something along the lines of how her mouth made you see stars, also known as females joining the army to take the place of all the soldiers that died.”
A warning growl rumbled in my throat.
“Don’t forget to add that the old you isn’t completely gone, and that you’re ready to strangle me for teasing you. Otherwise, they’d worry that something really bad had happened.”
The charcoal in my hand snapped in two. “Fucking Fates.” I tossed them onto the parchment with more than a hint of frustration. “Do you need to be here?”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Absolutely. I was deprived of opportunities to rib you for weeks.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“For what it’s worth, Rokath, I’m glad you came to your senses. Assyria is an incredible female. All she needs is someone to let her flourish.”
I blew out a long breath. “I plan on being the male that stands beside her as she blooms. Starting with this.” Then, I picked up the longer broken piece and drafted my confession to my cousins.